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Louis F. Hons
Louis F. Hons, 92, of Hobson, Texas, passed away Wednesday, Aug. 6, 2014, in Karnes City. He was born Jan. 23, 1922, in Hobson to Joseph and Pauline Ulrich Hons.
He attended the Arnold School in the Arnold community near Hobson. Louis was a member of St. Boniface Catholic Church in Hobson and a member of the KJT. He married the love of his life, Dorothy Mary Malik, on Sept. 25, 1945, in St. Boniface Catholic Church in Hobson. They celebrated 59 anniversaries together and raised nine children. He was a devoted husband and father.
After Dorothy was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, he stood by her side and was her strength throughout her illness, taking care of her as she was confined to a wheelchair and later to a bed. He accepted this as God’s will, and lived each day with joy and contentment.
In his younger years, he picked a lot of cotton. In 1939, he traveled to Rowena, Texas, to pick cotton for several weeks. During this trip, he bought his violin and learned to play from his father. He and his father would play at house dances in the local community. He serenaded his beloved Dorothy with “Red River Valley” on many occasions and played at family gatherings until he was in his 80s.
Louis was a farmer all his life, but had to supplement the family income with outside jobs. He worked as a mechanic for many years at Riedel Trucking Co. in Karnes City and later as a maintenance mechanic for General Mills in Kenedy. He and Dorothy also owned and operated the Mobil service station in Karnes City during the 1950s. During the 1960s, he also did part-time TV and radio repair work from his home.
Louis was preceded in death by his parents; wife Dorothy; grandsons Nicholas and Jeremy Hons; great-granddaughter Neveah Jansky; and brothers Alvin and Edward Hons.
He is survived by his daughters, Elaine (Al) Kolodziej of Floresville, Nancy (Kenneth) Walpole of George West, and Cathy Green of Hobson; sons Allen (Dennise) Hons of Kenedy, David (Judith) Hons of Hobson, Kirby (Judy) Hons of Hobson, Mark (Stella) Hons of Hobson, Ralph Hons of Hobson, and Robert (Terry) Hons of Hobson; grandchildren Robert Paul, Louis, Joseph, Brian, Shayne, Matthew, John, James, Shannon, Cheyenne, William, Robert, and Mark Anthony Hons, Karl and Keith Kolodziej, Kristen Weaver, Tammy Kroll, Sara Jansky, Kenneth Walpole Jr., Sheldon Walpole, Melissa Ramirez, and Colt, Jesse, and Amy Green; 41 great-grandchildren; and two great-great-grandchildren.
Visitation was held on Friday, Aug. 8, at 5 p.m. with a rosary service at 7 p.m., followed by a memorial service in the Rhodes Funeral Home in Karnes City.
A funeral Mass was celebrated on Saturday at 10 a.m. in the St. Cornelius Catholic Church in Karnes City.
Interment followed in the Hobson Cemetery in Hobson.
Serving as pallbearers were Karl Kolodziej, Robert Paul Hons, Louis S. Hons, Sheldon Walpole, Shayne Hons, Matthew Hons, John Hons, Jesse Green, and William Hons.
‘Daddy is my hero’
By Cathy Green
My daddy is my hero. He was always a man of few words but he taught us by example. I grew up watching him take care of Mom -- lifting her in and out of that wheelchair, feeding her, brushing her hair. That kind of selfless love is very rare, but she was his sweetheart and his world revolved around her, and he would not have had it any other way. They celebrated 59 anniversaries. Their love and commitment to each other was truly extraordinary.
Daddy was truly happy with his life. He accepted God’s will and lived each day with joy. He had a tremendous faith in God and love for our Lord. I remember sitting next to him in St. Boniface Catholic Church and seeing the incredible faith in his eyes during Holy Mass. He was, and still is, an inspiration to me.
Daddy was always very conservative and shared those values with all of us. He taught us to be conservative with our money but generous with our love. He taught us to stand up for what is right and to make a difference. He taught us to work hard but also to stop and enjoy life. We took many trips to Mathis Lake and Bastrop and the coast. And I think everyone remembers the parties at Mom and Dad’s house -- and Daddy serving his Mogen David wine.
He loved his grandkids and great-grandkids so much. He enjoyed giving them rides on the tractor and pulling them in a trailer behind his tractor, but he probably got a little aggravated with all the hideouts and trip wires behind the hayshed.
He told me once that he regretted not being there for us very much as we were growing up because he worked all the time, but he gave us more love and guidance than he could ever know. He was a great man and a great father.
I think my uncle Alvin Malik said it best. After Mom died, he looked at Daddy and said, “That man is a saint!”
Remembering our Daddy
By Elaine Kolodziej
When a loved one is incapacitated over years or even decades, your tears come gradually over time -- over the weeks, months, and years, as you see them struggle. You try to understand.
You ask why? You pray for them to get better, only to see them get worse. You seek strength and ask for the wisdom to accept that which you cannot change. You hate seeing them suffer so. You ask who is suffering more? You, for seeing them suffer, or your loved one who endures the suffering?
When that loved one is finally called to his final resting place, there are no more tears left, as you know they are going to be in heaven with Jesus, and share in the eternal life Christ promised.
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away” (Revelation 21:4). Their struggles are over, but it is we who are left behind who must stay strong in our faith and understanding.
As Nannette Kilbey-Smith wrote: “We are spiritual beings that briefly reside here in a temporary shell. But that shell isn’t the life; the life is the spirit within.” Our Daddy’s spirit has gone to join his beloved wife, Dorothy Malik Hons, who preceded him in 2005.
Daddy gave a lifetime of love to Dorothy, as her body was taken over by the unrelenting ravages of multiple sclerosis. With each worsening of her condition, Daddy was there to fulfill her needs. His nine children pitched in, as did special friends, but mostly it was his strength, determination, and example that kept us together. He was the best example of what a good husband would do.
As someone else wrote: “The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.” This, indeed, is the beautiful legacy that Daddy has left to his children, their children, and their children’s children.
Rest in Peace, Daddy.
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